Fated to the Lycan King
I felt Cobalt stir within me, a low, conflicted whine, while Anaisha let out a soft, knowing chuckle.
“I want to formally introduce my Goddess-given mates,” Rohan announced, his voice steady and powerful. “Zoe Caliope and Zena Calista Greystorm Lockwood-Goldenthorn of Keladia.”
The crowd erupted into applause.
I felt my daughters’ joy as he lowered his head, and together, in perfect unison, they leaned in to mark him.
Then, slowly, the marks began to form on Rohan’s neck—clear, undeniable, sealing their bond for all to see.
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